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A Birds Eye (REQUEST)

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Philza wasn't an ordinary human, something thats obvious when you look at the massive noire wings on his back. Many have mistaken the man for an Avian, a Hybrid, an Elytrian, a Fallen Angel. Philza was none of those things, though the thought of being a Fallen Angel always seemed cool. See Philza was actually a shape-shifter, a species without an official name. He's heard folks call them 'Shifters' (uncreative as fuck in his opinion), 'Morphics' and even 'Mimics'. Philza didn't mind whatever title they gave him, but it was interesting to hear the regional difference of his species name.

Philza had about two favorite forms to shift into, one being the form of an Elytrian, for some reason he could only shift into a Higher One, the older, more powerful variation of the average Elytrian. Philza thinks its the gods taking a jab at his immortal bodies age. His second favorite form was one of a crow, being a small creature with the skills to still mimic the language of humans sure was useful. Also the bird was just pretty. While in the body of the corvid, Philza would travel the lands, soaring over valleys and spying in on random villages. Sure it was a little immoral to be an eavesdropper.. but like.. maybe they shouldn't have spoken near an open window.

On one of Phils many days of flapping around a town and being a minor nuisance to the local jewler, Philza heard a noise. One of a babies cry and a childs shout. He cocked his head towards the sound, his stolen piece of jewelry he had previously held in his beak now forgotten on the cottage's roof.

The child shouted again, and this time it sounded more loud and desperate. It was the middle of the night, the moon was already at its highest point, why would there be kids out? Phil huffed, his trinkets can wait, he had to check this screaming child out first.

Phil followed the wails down the streets of the village of L'manburg, ending at the alley between his favorite bakery to steal from, "Sweet Treat Station" (he claims to steal from it, but deep down he knows the owner, Niki, intentionally leaves out food for his bird form.) and the boring convenience store that doesn't deserve a name. As he approached the alleyway, he noticed a slight hint of an iron scent in the air.. blood. The shifter turned around the corner to a scene that made his feathers puff up in both anger and protective instincts. Two children, fledglings, were backed up against the alley dumpster, a large man (probably a drunkard from the casino down the road) loomed over them.

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He squinted his eyes a bit, vaguely making out the shape of a switchblade held in the drunken mans hand. Fuck. He was going to hurt them.

Phil shook his head and listened into the conversation. He could make out a few muffled words. "P-please! Leave us alone!" That was the older child, the one holding what Philza now sees is a toddler behind his back.

The drunk man mumbled before drunkenly shouting at the kids " 'ou fuckin' l'ft uss... fuck'n brats!" What? Were they related?

"You abandoned us! L-leave us alone! We aren't your kids anymore!" The brown haired child desperately shouted. Philza flicked his wings, wanting to rush in and attack the man. Maybe he could...? Not like this though.

The Morphic landed, only just realizing he was still hovering above the ground. He let his mind zone out from the horrible argument, instead focusing on the limbs on his body. A wing shifted to a leg, a talon to another. Feathers to fur, claws to paws. He allowed his face to morph into one with a muzzle and not a beak, his small bird teeth becoming long, sharp, canines.